The weather is nice today, the sun is shining warmly, and the entire mansion is quiet and peaceful.
In the hall, Ouyang Zhennan was slowly sipping tea.
Next to him, Yue Feng was sitting there, with a lingering melancholy between his brows, and he was very unhappy.
Yue Feng led Tianmen and came directly to the Ouyang family after returning from Tianqi Continent. The first thing he did when he came to the family was to give Xiao Xi some genius treasures. After taking them, Xiao Xi's condition improved a lot and her breath became stable.
, but is still in a coma. Xiao Xi is not a practitioner, and her recovery ability is too poor.
However, this is not the main reason for Yue Feng's depression.
When returning from Tianqi Continent, Yue Feng originally planned to get some news about Qin Rongyin from Xiao Yuruo.
As a result, Xiao Yuruo didn't know anything about it.
Yue Feng had no other choice, so he left some Tianmen disciples behind and went to Tianqi Imperial City to inquire about Qin Rongyin's whereabouts. Without the leader's wife, Yue Feng felt empty and uninterested in anything he did.
"Little wind."
At this moment, Ouyang Zhennan put down his tea cup and looked at Yue Feng with a smile: "Don't be too impatient. Everything must be done slowly."
Seeing Yue Feng's uncomfortable look, Ouyang Zhennan sighed. In his heart, Yue Feng was not his biological son, but better than his biological son. He didn't want to see him so depressed.
Yue Feng smiled bitterly: "Father, I'm fine."
Ouyang Zhennan patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Feng, your mood is written on your face. My adoptive father tells you that a man should not be irritable at any time, but try to calm himself down.
No, you go to my study, write, or draw, to improve your mood. If you sit here all the time, thinking wildly, your mood will be even worse."
"Okay..." Yue Feng nodded, got up and went to the study.
My adoptive father is right. Rather than looking sad, it is better to write and paint to calm down.
Ouyang Zhennan usually has three major hobbies: reading, writing, and drinking tea. Therefore, his study room is very particular, and the number of books here is as large as a library.
In the innermost part of the study room, there is a large desk, which is fully equipped with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
As the saying goes, calligraphy can best cultivate sentiments, and this sentence is indeed true. Yue Feng sat at the desk, and his mood was indeed better, but he didn't know what to write or draw.
Right!
Yue Feng slapped his legs, stood up, went back to his room, and took out a picture of calligraphy.
This calligraphy was originally given to Yue Feng by Xiang Riyue, Wang Xizhi's "Peace Note"! Yue Feng has always kept such a precious thing in a safe place.
Anyway, I don’t know what to write, so I’ll just copy this “Peace Note”.
Muttering in his heart, Yue Feng unfolded the "Peace Note" and began to copy it carefully, every stroke, very carefully.
Soon, Yue Feng entered the artistic conception of calligraphy, and his mood completely calmed down.
.....
On the other side, Lingyin Mountain.
It was late at night, in the gloomy and dark prison, Liu Xuan was tied there, unable to move.
The night was as cold as water, and Liu Xuan's delicate body could not stop trembling faintly. While she felt cold, Liu Xuan's whole body was also in pain.
During the day, Leng Yan whipped her so hard that it almost took half of Liu Xuan's life.
